บททั้งหมดของ Wanting Daddy: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Four months after graduating college, Leah moves to Canada to further her education and fulfill her dream of becoming a lecturer.One night, she visits a bar and there, she receives the greatest shock of her life, when she sees Jett Kingsley, her former professor; the man, who she suddenly became sexually attracted to, on the day he left her Alma mater. Thinking they would never meet again, she had suppressed those lascivious feelings for years.Controlled by alcohol and reignited lustful hunger, she throws caution to the wind and they end up spending the night together.The next morning, Leah panics and leaves in a rush, without alerting Jett, hoping to never encounter him again.She is shocked however, when he turns out to be her professor at her new college.+Leah’s POV “Have a safe flight, sweetheart,” Dad uttered, as the boarding announcement began, “Don't forget that you can always come home when things get hectic, alright?”I was taking a huge step to advance my future caree

Leah’s POVThe look of astonishment on Mr Kingsley's face mirrored mine as he regarded me.“Leah Gonzalez?” He asked, his deep voice sending chills down my spine.It was at that very moment I knew the salacious attraction I'd felt for him tha day, was still very much alive.For the longest time, I'd repressed the urge to think about him as I felt our paths would never cross again.Not knowing what the universe had for me in store.“Yes,” I replied, nodding fervently as I shamelessly leered at him, “Hello, Mr Kingsley.”He was clad in a knitted grey short sleeve and a pair of black pants, a far cry from his former boring fashion when he was still my professor in college.Back then, I had thought he was hot but right now as I looked at him, I realized that calling him that was a gargantuan understatement.His outfit accentuated every rip and dip of his muscular form, sending sizzling heat into the depth of my thighs.Behave, Leah, I mentally chided myself as I tore my gaze away from his

Leah’s POVThe blood vessels in my temple hummed a cacophony of horrifying vibratos as I blinked my eyes open.I groaned as the disgusting aftertaste of alcohol infiltrated my taste buds, sending bile rushing to my throat.Clasping my hand over my mouth, I flew out of bed into the adjoining bathroom where I emptied the contents of my stomach in the toilet.After flushing, I stood with my back pressed to the wall, a weak tuft of exhale escaping me as I gently stroked my temples.I was never drinking alcohol again.Not even if I was paid to.As I slowly regained myself, the memory of last night came pouring over me like a waterfall, causing me to gasp in horror.I had slept with my former professor!Last night, it was fun when I decided to blame everything on alcohol, but at that moment, there was nothing amusing about the situation.Fuck, how could I have been such a loose slut?How on earth was I supposed to look him in the eye now?It was at that moment I recalled that I hadn't even

Jett’s POV“Here it is,” I told Gwen as I handed her a textbook, “Scan the first ten pages in the faculty office and share it with your coursemates.”“Alright,” She replied then asked, “May I take my leave now, Professor Kingsley?”“Sure.” I said, to which she nodded before exiting my office.Taking my seat on the swivel chair, I exhaled heavily as the chaotic occurrence that happened earlier, wafted into my mind.I had not only seen Leah again but she also happened to me in the class I lectured.Three years ago after moving to New Zealand from New York, I thought I had left everything behind, the people, the awful memories, until I saw her in Canada.Instead of keeping things cordial, I had allowed myself be swayed into having sex with her, ignoring the fact that she was a former student of mine.To be honest, I had truly enjoyed that night even though Leah had decided to leave things in a complicated gridlock.I had been surprised when I returned downstairs from my bedroom and saw t

Jett’s POV“Ugh, I just want to drop out of university already,” My younger sister, Phoebe, groaned, as she scribbled on her iPad.She was in her second year of nursing school and was always complaining about it.At times, I couldn't help but wonder if she had really chosen the course on her own volition.“Why? Is it a hectic assignment or uncooperative group members? Which one is it?” I asked, my voice packed with equal parts of teasing and concern.Right now, I was at my parents' residence to honour my mother's fervent request for me to have lunch with her and my sister.Phoebe and I were currently lounging on the balcony.Eighteen years ago when I was in my first year of junior high school, my father passed away from stage five lung cancer that metastasized to the rest of his body.“All of the above,” Phoebe whined, as mum arrived with a tray containing a plate of biscuits and a jug of what I presumed was fruit juice.“That bad, huh?” I asked, patting her shoulder.“Yes,” She poute